One Heart

the first snowfall of the season

takes me by surprise

harbored by tree limbs, my car, the sidewalks

I try to stay warm, layering knit shirts

and sweaters tightly knit

I realize there are many

who wear gloves without fingers

coats with tears, layers of thermal clothing

those who cannot escape the dictates

of the sky’s demands and iron-clad will

my wishes for the fulfillment of their needs

fall upon deaf ears as I have nothing to give

but I keep hoping that I might, somehow,

bring happiness from one heart to another